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Updated: June 22, 2025
The Little Colonel looked at his white face in alarm. All the gladness seemed to have been taken out of the homecoming. Her mother was busy trying to make him comfortable, and paid no attention to the disconsolate little figure wandering about the house alone. Mom Beck had gone for the doctor. The supper was drying up in the warming-oven. The ice-cream was melting in the freezer.
"For a wonder there's nothing torn or busted this trip. I must be reforming Girls, what do you think! I haven't lost a single thing for a whole week." "Don't brag," warned Lloyd. "Mom Beck would say you'd bettah scratch on wood if you don't want yoah luck to change."
They walked rapidly and caught up with their guests before they had reached the Tanner house, and Margaret had the pleasure of seeing Mom Wallis's face flush with shy delight when she caught her softly round the waist, stealing quietly up behind, and greeted her with a kiss.
As this was said, some one was heard tumbling rather than walking up-stairs, and, in a moment after, in bolted a boy about seven years old, crying out "Hen' says Uncle and Aunt Fleetwood have come! Have they, mom?" The boy stopped short on perceiving that strangers were present. "Yes, my son, your Uncle and Aunt Fleetwood are here," said Mr. Fleetwood, reaching out his hand to the little fellow.
At the last moment Mom Beck waylaid them in the hall with two huge bundles. "I couldn't do nothin' else fo' you chillun," she said, as she offered them. "Ole Becky ain't got much to give but her blessing but I can cook yit, and I done made you a big spice cake apiece, and icened it with icin' an inch thick."
Mom Wallis herself was wearing her best white apron, stiff with starch, her lace collar, and her hair in her best imitation of the way Margaret had fixed it, although it must be confessed she hadn't quite caught the knack of arrangement yet. But the one great difference Margaret noticed in the old woman was the illuminating smile on her face.
"Good things come in small packages." He frowned. "I saw Daisy in the village. I know you and Daisy were tight." "True," Joe said. "I guess Wes isn't well. Could be bad." "Oh?" "Daisy wasn't optimistic." "Damn," Joe said. "My father just died." "My mom died," Jason said and looked like himself for the first time. "I liked your mom," Joe said. Jason sighed. "Yeah.
"Yes," put in Amanda, "the Bible says it's good to have a merry heart and me and Phil's got one. You like us that way, don't you, Mom?" "Yes," the mother agreed. "Now you go put on dry things, then I want to fit your dresses. And, Philip, are you wet through?" "Naw. These thick pants don't get wet through if I rutch in water an hour.
"Dear me, suz, if you boys had to be drug well, I dunno what I'd do!" "Good for you, mom!" said Porky. "I knew you had the spunk. We will be in it somehow ruther, if they don't stick us in school." "How's that?" asked Mr. Potter. The boys proceeded to explain. Mom and Pop, Potter looked slyly at each other. "Education is a great thing," said Pop Potter, filling his pipe. "I must say "
"Ever since you got that mike from Barby we've seen practically nothing of you but the top of your head." Rick's mother spoke up. "I agree with Scotty, Rick. I know how anxious you are to do a good job on your project, but you've been at it for weeks now. Your eyes need a rest even if the rest of you doesn't." "Don't worry, Mom," Rick said. "After that endorsement from Dr.
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